The double-hundred-and-ninety-fourth thing I love about us is when I get all rambly and babbly and you just sit there with your cheek leaning against one hand looking at me like I'm babbling out the most beautiful love poem in the world ever.
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Because you are.
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